iluvk9 wrote:I keep calling Truman, Lenny....I run outside to see why Lenny isn't coming in this time....I look to see if Lenny finished eating....I come home from work and he isn't at the door to greet me.

Joyce. Lenny is still with you, you just can't see him.

My grandson, who a psychic told us is "more sensitive" than other children, said the sweetest thing to me the other night. He was sitting on my bed and just out of the blue said "Vinny gets on your bed and sleeps with you at night, Bubbi. You just can't see him cause he's invisible." I love that kid.

I called Sunny "Vinny" last night when I was calling in the dogs from the backyard. That slip didn't make me cry, it made me smile.

plebayo wrote:Thinking of Sofie today. I looked at our thread in the forum, I miss her terribly.

I am sorry for your pain, Suzanne. I was looking at something on the forum and clicked on an older thread of yours, and there was Sofie's little face, looking at me. I got choaked up, too. She must have been watching down on us from Heaven at those moments.

Packing and getting ready to move to the country, I went to the corner hutch where I keep Vinny's shrine. I started to cry as I thought, I wish Vinny was here to finally enjoy the country home I had wanted so badly for the dogs for a long time now. He would have had plenty of room to run and a brand new, sturdy fence to keep him safe. I so wish he was still alive to enjoy finally being able to run free again.

I know, Joyce, but it's not the same as physically having him with me. You know what I mean.

I made a special trip to the new house with Vin's shrine all packed up beside me. I put him in a special place there. I feel more comfortable knowing he is at the house now and the rest of us will be there soon too.